Chapter 28
KEELY
Despite the howling eddies of loss and rage that still grips us, I can’t help it; I smile. “You’re swearing.”
“Your bad habits are rubbing off on me.”
I sway into him. “What else can I rub off on you?”
“Your trust. A little bit of it right now will please me.”
The lighter mood evaporates, and we’re back to raw intensity. “Mason…”
“Come with me, baby.”
The plea in his voice is what tips me over the edge. I take the hand he holds out, and I pray that whatever is going to happen in that partition, it’ll be over quickly so I don’t lose my shit.
We reach the corner of the room, and I stop. “That’s…”
“The first prototype I used last week. This one”—he points to the newer, shinier black one in front of me—“has never been used.”
My eyes widen. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” he says with a wry twist of his mouth.
I’m a touch ashamed of my little display now, but not enough to not be seriously turned on and seriously disturbed that he’s as viciously possessive of me as I’m becoming of him.
I’m astute enough to know that doesn’t bode well for me, emotions-wise, so I focus on the gadget in front of me and decide to save the ponder-and-prod of what’s happening to me for later.
“What is it, exactly?” I ask.
Mason shrugs. “I don’t have a name for it yet, but it’s pretty much every sex toy you want it to be.”
My brows spike as I stare at the plain partitioning. “How is that possible?”
He presses his finger to a raised rectangular button and the center partition starts to vibrate. I look close and see that while the two sides are only a few inches thick, the center partition is almost twelve inches thick. Mason presses another button and a thin front layer slides back.
The membrane-like gel shimmers, and I reach out and touch it. “It’s warm. Oh,” I gasp as the lifelike skin molds and clings to my fingers.
“It’s something I developed a few years ago. I call it Memory Membrane. It retains dimensions and produces a sequence of programmed movements when required. Step up against it. I’ll demonstrate.”
I step onto the black square in front of the partition, and a wall of soft heat bathes my front.
Mason slides one hand down my back as he presses a few buttons in the panel.
An outline begins to form. I recognize Mason’s body shape in about ten seconds, then my mouth drops open when it begins to turn three-dimensional.
In about half a minute, I have a body double of my lover in front of me, complete with abs, pecs, and that thick cock I’ve become addicted to in such a short time.
“Fuck, I think I’m going to come right now,” I say to the living, breathing one behind me.
“That’s the idea, baby,” he responds gruffly.
I hear the darkness in his voice, and I’m reminded of what he confessed a short while ago. I glance at him over my shoulder and see the turbulence jumping in his eyes.
Keeping my gaze on his, I step closer to the Mason-like outline and run my hand from its chest to thigh. Real-life Mason’s cock jumps as he watches my hand.
“Is it nuts to be so goddamn turned on and fucking jealous at the same time?” he rasps.
I wonder if he realizes he’s swearing again as I slide my palm down to the thick, very lifelike cock in front of me. “Show me what else it can do,” I encourage.
He drags his attention from my slowly cock-pumping hand and presses another button. Arms extend out and hover just above my waist.
“Wow. I so want to fuck that big brain of yours right now.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
Again, I hear the edge in his voice, and I shudder. We may have been heading down here anyway, but the parameters have changed for him from need-to-fuck to need-to-fuck-hard-enough-to-forget.
I recognize that need for oblivion, the need to fling oneself over the edge and hope the world helps you crash out of existence.
So I turn and face Mason. I wrap both hands around his cock and plead, “Use me. However you want. For as long as you want.”
Relief and gratitude leap in his eyes, and I almost want to cry.
His throat moves as he swallows. “Kitten.”
He cups my skull and slants his mouth over mine. The barely leashed violence in his kiss jacks up my animal arousal, but the human part of me that wants to nourish and care whimpers with concern.
My mind contorts around everything Mason didn’t say during his confession. What did he do to the man who took his son? Was he alive? Was he dead?
I don’t really care. Whatever retribution he received won’t have been enough in my book. But I’m more concerned about the effect it’s left on my lover. I’m even more concerned about what it will mean for us when he finds out what I did.
I realize I’m thinking beyond today, about future revelations and judgments. Future pleas for understanding and forgiveness. I try to check myself from ways to make my case and keep whatever place I have in Mason’s life, but what’s the fucking use?
The circumstances of our meeting set an irreversible path I know I’ll see to its conclusion.
Acceptance seeps through me, and I release the chains of what ifs.
Something in me must have transmitted that decision to him because Mason pulls back and stares at me. “Keely?”
I feel a thousand times more naked and exposed than I am in this moment, but I embrace the vibrant danger and feel alive for the first time in a very long time.
“I want you, Mason. Beyond today. Beyond tomorrow. Maybe saying that makes me vulnerable, but I don’t care.
I want you.” My voice threatens to break when his eyes widen. “ I want you, ” I whisper-scream.
He says nothing. Just lowers his head until his forehead rests against mine. We stare into each other’s eyes for an eternity. Then his breath explodes in a shuddering exhale.
“Whatever you have to give, I’ll take it.”
My heart leaps with sharp joy and deadly dread. Because I know I’ll probably give more than is wise. And he’ll leave me less of a shell than I was before.
But for now, I’m in. All the fucking way.
I kiss him. Teeth-mashing hard. The way I know turns him on.
He growls and goes deeper, until I taste blood mingled with our saliva.
My pussy throbs and I open my legs, ready to rub it on whatever body surface I can find.
But Mason catches my restless leg behind the knee and raises it.
Before I can fathom what’s going on, another cock is rubbing between my legs, it’s velvety abrasion just what I need.
I pull away from the kiss and look down at the artificial intelligence, rubbing its cock head so expertly between my legs.
“My God, that’s…” Words fail me and I raise my gaze to Mason’s intensely aroused scrutiny.
“You like that?”
“I love that,” I groan.
He nods and pushes another button. The arms move into a low embrace position. He carefully places my bent knees over one arm and grabs me by the waist. “Put your other leg over.”
I obey, and a moment later, I’m wide open for both him and the outline behind me.
The idea of two Masons continues to blow my mind as the warmth against my back molds and shapes until I’m snug and horny, awaiting my lover’s next pleasure.
Mason crouches before me and blows on my pussy.
I shudder as sensation pulls me under. When his tongue flicks my clit, I grip his hair and moan. He eats me until the first orgasm hits, hard and long.
I’m still convulsing when he stands and rubs my juices, which coat his lips, all over mine. “You ever been double penetrated, baby?” he growls when we’re done licking my taste from each other. “For your sake, I hope the answer is no.”
Since I have no idea what happened to me that weekend six years ago, I reply, “No.”
He grunts his satisfaction, then steps away from me. The look in his eyes when he sees me cradled in the arms of his invention, wide open and ready to be fucked, staggers me.
He reaches out and circles my nipple with his forefinger, before he trails it down to my navel and up in a fiery V to my other nipple. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Mason,” I moan.
He looks into my eyes with his turbulent golden ones. “I’ll fuck you up, Keely.”
I swallow. “You’ve already fucked me up. Now just fuck me. Please. Fuck me like you stole me.”
It seems that’s all he needs to go to town on me. Lube appears from somewhere and my asshole is prepped and ready to go in minutes.
The moment I’m filled from behind, Mason thrusts brutally into me.
Time ceases to have meaning as pleasure and pain grab me with vicious teeth and mangles coherency into a savage death.
Mason calls me kitten , and Keely , and baby , as he fucks me, long and hard, raw and rough. My orgasms feed into one another, and the more I come, the more Mason demands of me. With each release, I sense him quieten, the flames of hell in his eyes banking down to searing embers.
When he collapses into me, slick with sweat and sticky with my come, I drop my head to his shoulder.
We stay like that, contented and broken, until I hear a tiny beep next to my head.
“The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy god.”
“What?” I enquire hazily.
“Say it.”
“Why?”
When he doesn’t respond, I lift my head. He’s staring at me, but there’s no sign of mind-fuckery in his eyes. It’s a tiny thing, but I see the request to trust him.
“Okay, but isn’t it ‘the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog’ ?”
A smile caresses his lips, and he presses a couple of buttons. “Doesn’t matter. It’s done.”
I glance at the panel, then back to his face. “What’s done?”
“The recording of your speech pattern. Now you can use your Keelinator however you please.”
“My…? Are you serious?”
He nods. “I’ll have it shipped to your place in New York. We can give it a second christening when it arrives.”
My heart lurches over the implications of what he’s just said.
“Does that mean I’ll see you after the IL trip?” I ask, feeling reckless.
“It means I’m officially hooked on you, and very much want to see you for however long I can before the inevitable shit circus descends. But I have an ulterior motive for this bribe.”
“Oh?”
His thumb caresses my lower lip, and the way he’s not looking into my eyes shocks me into thinking he’s a little nervous about something.
“I have a thing at the White House at the end of the month. Come with me.”
I stare at him. “It may be my just-fucked buzz deafening me, but I could’ve sworn you just said you have a thing at the White House?”
He stays silent, but the corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement.
My eyes widen. “ The White House?”
“Yes.”
“Permission to swear, please, sir?”
His eyes darken. “Just this once.”
“Holy Mother of Fucking Fucks!”
He grimaces, but his eyes twinkle. “Is that a yes?” I hear a touch of vulnerability in his voice, and I stop joking.
The work Mason did for the government may have added to his billions and given him power and prestige.
But it’d also taken his son. Whatever reason is summoning him to attend, it can’t be easy for him to face the head of the nation under those circumstances.
“I’m waiting for an answer, kitten.”
I shake my head, still in a daze. “I don’t know. Are you messing with me?”
“Why would I?”
“Because… hello ? It’s the White House . Also, I’d think you’d say no, given the circumstances.”
His nostrils flare before he shrugs, but I know there’s nothing carefree about the gesture. “There are only so many times you can say no to the commander in chief before it becomes a problem.”
I chew on that for a minute. “And you want to go with me? Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Let me buy you a dress, a few trinkets, a pair of fuck-me shoes, and use you shamelessly as the buffer between myself and every asshole government bureaucrat whose throat I want to rip out?” There’s a little light, and a lot of darkness, in that statement, and my heart bleeds for him.
“Well, when you put it like that…” I let my voice drift.
“No lies, Keely. You okay with that?” he asks.
I suck in a deep breath. And smile. “I’m okay with that.”